Hold on to my hand
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We were just two kids acting tough
Then we grew up
Me' not so much
All the other guys that you've seen
are nothing compared to me
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When we first met
We spoke so brief
When you sang a sonnet
I hummed sweet relief
Do you recall that night we took the L
Out into Bushwick
It was colder than hell
So maybe there
We should have stopped
Cause I'm left here feeling like a cop
To the other side
of the state's return
I met a young girl
Well I couldn't manage her
Because I think of you
In every girl I meet
It's no relief
That sounds to me just as sweet
So maybe I'm the fool for feeling used
By the way we kissed that night I though you knew